It was too scary. There was no sound at all.
"I'm not sure. I heard that he's a soldier from the Special Forces." The captain, who was holding a Type 92 pistol, stared intently at the area in front of him. He couldn't see anything clearly. He was waiting for the police officers to bring back the skeletons of his brothers.
The Special Forces soldiers placed their brothers' bones in their backpacks and met with another team. Then, they handed over their backpacks and the police officers brought their brothers back.
Their souls will return to their hometowns.
In a cave about five kilometers away from the village, a few figures stood up from time to time and walked around. They were four western faces. All of them were from a newspaper agency in a western country.
"God, I don't want to wait anymore! It's too cold here. I've had enough!" A woman said impatiently. "No, I don't want to wait anymore!"
